I made all the usual calls, but everyone was out of town, busy or just not answering. I thought about going to see Batman, but all the showings were sold out at every theater (Jesus, it isn’t THAT good, is it?) in the metro Los Angeles area. Left with little options I decided to go to the massive mega mega mega mall known as the Woodland Hills Westfield Promenade and just walk around for a while. I discovered a few things.
#1 due to their uselessness as a timepiece (due to the clocks on every cell-phone) watches are really coming back into style. There were no less than four “upscale” watch stores in the mall.
#2 other than the watch stores, the entire mall was filled with stores that were….shall we say…female-centric.
#3 the other men there (with their wives/girlfriends) seemed to be just as depressed to be walking around there as I was
#4 Indian immigrants don’t understand ATMs, and if I wasn’t such a nice guy their account would be empty right now. “PIN number? what is your pin number? -oh, 1234! (thank you, friendly white man)”
#5 All along there has been an H&M store only a few miles from my house. Someone has been driving by the under construction one at 3rd street promenade every week because H&M is her favorite store. Oh, and ironically the H&M here is right next to a Gelato restaurant… Ironic because someone loves H&M AND Gelato. But, no reason for that person to be heading my way anymore, so I guess she’ll have to NOT shop at her favorite store with Gelato in hand. (I really need to eat something to get this bitter taste out of my mouth, don’t I?)
I lied, not everyone was busy, I had actually been invited to a UFC fight party earlier, but decided not to go because the group was planning to go clubbing until 3am afterwards. I might do other things until 3am, but not clubbing. After I came home from the mall (after stopping off to read at the bookstore) I ended up watching the fight with Justin. The main event lasted about one minute and one second, it would have been a short party.
PS – Why did Six Flags replace the creepy dancing old bald man with a spikey haired screaming Japanese man? What does that mean?
